Roses, Senors, roses! <br />Love is subtly hid <br />In the fragrant roses, <br />Blown in gay Madrid. <br />Roses, Senors, roses! <br />Look, look, look, and see <br />Love hanging in the roses, <br />Like a golden bee! <br />Ha! ha! shake the roses-- <br />Hold a palm below; <br />Shake him from the roses, <br />Catch the vagrant so! <br /> <br />High I toss the roses <br />From my brown palm up; <br />Like the wine that bubbles <br />From a golden cup. <br />Catch the roses, Senors, <br />Light on finger tips; <br />He who buys red roses, <br />Dreams of crimson lips! <br />Tinkle! my fresh roses, <br />With the rare dews wet; <br />Clink! my crisp, red roses, <br />Like a castanet! <br /> <br />Roses, Senors, roses, <br />Come, Hidalgo, buy! <br />Proudly wait my roses <br />For thy rose's eye <br />Be thy rose as stately <br />As a pacing deer; <br />Worthy are my roses <br />To burn behind her ear. <br />Ha I ha! I can see thee, <br />Where the fountains foam, <br />Twining my red roses <br />In her golden comb! <br /> <br />Roses, Donnas, roses, <br />None so fresh as mine, <br />Pluck'd at rose of morning <br />By our Lady's shrine. <br />Those that first I gather'd <br />Laid I at her feet, <br />That is why my roses <br />Still are fresh and sweet. <br />Roses, Donnas, roses! <br />Roses waxen fair! <br />Acolytes my roses, <br />Censing ladies' pray'r! <br /> <br />Roses, roses, roses! <br />Hear the tawny bull <br />Thund'ring in the circus-- <br />Buy your arms full. <br />Roses by the dozen! <br />Roses by the score! <br />Pelt the victor with them-- <br />Bull or Toreador!<br /><br />Isabella Valancy Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-in-madrid/
